This morning, my son texted me :
"I had the most real, intense dream about great grampa XXXXX last night. We were talking, laughing, making jokes. It felt so real I woke up with tears in my eyes."
Me:
"That's weird. I have dreams of him, too sometimes, he was a good grampa. But you were only 2 or 3 when he died."
My son:
"In part of the dream he was comforting me and telling me everything was going to be ok."
Now, the freaky part - shortly after this, I looked at the calandar at work here, and today is May 19. The day Grampa died.
I texted my son and told him that.
My son: " Mom, that's so crazy. It was such a vivid dream, like I was hanging out with him."
I'm still a little whigged out here!! 